Confession #2077

Sent via Facebook. As a Landman, my work can be pretty dull. It’s a 2 – 3 hour long, quiet drive to crawl through old records vaults, and then drive back to translate legalese into algebraic equations. It’s like being a Mercenary Librarian or History Detective, all the action has long since been covered in dust. But when I’m flying down the highway in tornadic … Continue reading Confession #2077